
Chapter 1
"Hey Miguel, ever check those fan arts & fanfics by Earth-1218?" in an amused tone the tiny hologram floated above the very focused-looking spider-verse leader who stared intensely at the holographic images
"Not now Lyla." The big frame swatted his hand above his head not looking away from the images she glitched to the side of his face holding her hands behind her face in a teasing manner "Gotta say they pretty good." suddenly scrolling on the now mini holographic phone in her hand. "oh! this one pretty good lol the positions they draw you in are so creative!" She leaned scrolling through a bird app attempting to gain his attention.
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He grumbled.
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"Lyla." He finally broke focus to pinch the bridge of his nose clearly annoyed at her antiques to get a reaction out of him, "can you-"
"I'm definitely going a send this one to Peter, he actually likes the fanarts Earth-1218 makes I sent some fanart of himself he got interested if there was any fan arts of yours, but this one is perfect to send it brings out your physique well!"
"You send fanarts of Parker to himself?" He broke the pose and now stared at Lyla who was too busy typing on her phone. "that's..pretty- wait, Lyla! dios mio stop distracting me!"
Miguel let out an annoyed sigh as he went back to staring at the holograms in front of him moving images from the top of his fingers while the other ran through his hair.
She snickers"Comon Miggy arent a tad tiny winy bit interested also, Peter just replied..hm something about Jesus."
She moved her heart-shaped glasses(he loves my heart-shaped sunglasses ~) from the point of her view and squinted at her phone trying to read out the jumbled text sent by Peter who probably just woke up to a notification at 3:27 am lazily reached his hand to his nightstand and open the chat from Lyla trying hard to keep his eyes open from the bright light to see a fanart of Miguel which looked incredibly realistic in a very suggestive pose. And also maybe half naked.
As many can imagine he let out a confused grunt eyes widening rubbing his eyes furiously double checking the bright image in front of him. "ga?" May babbled upside down form the ceiling with the web holding her weight, curious as to see why her father had a tired and shocked face through the bright glow of his phone. "notnowswettie.." grumbling lazily, His fingers pressing quickly at the keyboard messing up the spelling from still being half asleep, he probably would think it was all a dream about seeing his buddy Miguel o hara the serious broody angry issues Spider-Man who has chased a 15-year-old on all fours in a very suggestive pose send by non-other than his assistant why would he dream about that? Nobody knows how dreams work. but the proof would be on his phone in the morning so nothing can change that.
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[Lyla attached an image]
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Peter. B
jesusmigiuel?? y d id u shed a pic of him?,??$wh y is he vb mbhjk m i sering this correctly???
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Lyla
no pete u dumbo its a fanart the ones if niguel u wannted to se xd
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"I think he fell back asleep" Her phone disappeared, and Lyla shrugged putting her glasses back in position.
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Miguel muttered something along the lines of "distraction". as he was still engrossed with his work looking as tired as ever with his hair being in a mess of curls and pinkish irritated eyes.
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"Just take a small break ey boss?" She suggests floating closer to Miguel's side, pretending to examine the work in front of Miguel putting a hand on her waist, and changing her facial expression to match Miguel "Oh mhm anomalies" She gruffed in a low voice, placing her finger at her chin "all this work sure is making me tired, I should just take a break and finish tommo-"
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"Lyla. if you don't stop, I will shut you off for the night. that is a warning." He says in a stern voice unbothered to actually look at her.
Miguel is sick and tiered both from working and Lyla trying to stop him from working, or getting a break as she puts it whatever it is he needs to focus on the multiverse with all the strength and attention he has, he needs to do it whether he likes it or not. Hes the only one who can do it.
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"Woah!", Grinning she puts her arms up in a gesture of surrender floating a bit away from Miguel to make a dramatic effect. "Pulling out the big guns now ey? pew, pew!" She fingers guns in his direction. Sure Lyla loved to annoy Miguel, but she just wanted him to take care of himself most of the time, really one person shouldn't make the entire multiverse depend on themselves, that's like looking after billions of quadrillions versions of themselves.
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"Alright ill stop bothering ya," she let out a dramatic sigh, "But not before you take a break~" she winked before disappearing into thin air.Â
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Miguel too busy to pay attention to the last sentence she had spoken out and had only briefly listened to the park of 'ill stop bothering you' was livid when the screens suddenly shut off, don't worry she saved everything, calling out her name in a demanding tone he was too tired to yell any further from having an all-nighter for about 2, 3 days he thought? whatever, but what was important was that he needed to get back to work...oh who was he kidding maybe he should take lylas advice his head has been hurting for a while now. But being the stubborn leader who had the multiverse on his shoulders he did not listen, he wouldn't want the multiverse to collapse again, would he? Not after what happened to...He wouldn't want it to happen again.
HE sighed sitting down after many hours of standing having to recall the events from his past, looking down to the desk he was currently working on. he put his elbows on his thigh bringing his hands supporting his head which was rubbing his face a sigh of stress. god, he didn't want to think about that now.
A bright sentence popped up on the screen gaining his attention, the only bright thing in the dark cave he surrounded himself with. he lifted his head up and read out the text. upon realizing it to say "TAKE A BREAK - Lyla ;9" in neon colours and bolded font. He scoffed a barely visible gentle smile on his face, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he-
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"LYLA IF YOU DON'T TURN THE SHOCKING SCREEN ON RIGHT NOW. LO JURO POR DIOS ER MIERDA , TE VOY A CALLAR PARA SIEMPRE Y NUNCA MĂS PODRĂS-Â
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yeah, you don't want to stop Miguel O'Hara THE workaholic, to stop working. Lyla knew that, but hey would that ever stop her from annoying Miguel? we all know the answer to that.
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-DECIR UNA PALABRA MĂS, ÂżENTIENDES?"
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"sĂ, señora."
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he cracks his knuckles trying to take deep breaths. "it's señor. I can't, I just can with you. I-
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"Yeah I just wanted to do that meme :p"
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